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If You Choose Not to Decide Ch. 02

There really was a Lac du Miel in Lac du Miel. Once it had been wild and scenic and outside the city limits but over the last couple of decades what with the whole state sinking and the town expanding town and lake had met and your view and access to it were obscured by a development called Honey Lake Estates. Houses started in the $120s and went up to McMansions.



This was not where Terry was heading. He skirted the subdivision and took the road that led southward out of the town limits and ran parallel to the bayou. At this point it stopped being a blacktop road and was paved with pebble and shell. On the right side of the road were the houses casual-looking buildings made of cinder block below and wood above. Apparently people lived above and stored things below. The houses were close enough to the water so that you could sit on your deck and cast into the bayou. Bayou Row looked like an idyllic place for a water rat to live but the unstated cost of living out here was expressed in the form of water marks—some marked with dates in paint—on the sides of some of the buildings.



Terry was itching and sweating with nervous excitement and was a little sorry he hadn t stopped at home to take another shower but he d wanted to get away as soon as possible. He told Victoria that Brent had invited him to supper and if they got into drinking during the evening he wouldn t try to drive home. Victoria looked at him obliquely and told him to have fun and try to see his dad sometime during the next day if he could. Terry said he would.



On the way out of town he stopped at the liquor store and bought a mid-price bottle of Petite Syrah which just about cleaned them out of that commodity. In his kit he had a tube of lube. He was very glad he d bought it in New Orleans along with the probe in Lac du Miel if he was seen buying lube they d figure out what he was up to at once and might work out the who-with part before the day was over.



He d dropped out of Boy Scouts before he got beyond Cub but had never forgotten the Scout motto.



The sun was backlighting a big bank of cumulonimbus clouds with a glowing translucent edge shooting rays out from behind them that were so intense that the sky between them looked like dark rays. Terry hoped that he was getting the right signals from Brent that he d be there the night and that Brent wasn t the kind who expected his friends to go home afterwards. He did not look forward to making his way out of Brent s neighborhood in the dark if it was going to storm.



Brent s house was the last one on the road. Terry could tell it was his because one of his trucks was parked in front of it. To his surprise the grounds were attractively landscaped—the old saw about the shoemaker s children going barefoot did not apply here. Brent seemed to be into containers when it came to his house. Maybe they were easier to maintain when it was flooding all the time. The upper part of the house was made of cypress already weathered silvery though the houses didn t look old. Terry didn t remember this area being built on before he left Lac du Miel.



He parked behind Brent s truck and got out. There was a staircase leading to the door. Terry walked up it and knocked.



Hey Terry! You made it. Brent was dressed much like he had been the previous afternoon except he was wearing a snug gray t-shirt with his cutoffs and he was barefoot. Westering light filtered through the windows of his house and attractive odors filled the air. What you got there? Terry was holding rather awkwardly both his kit and the bottle of wine in his left hand needing one hand to knock on the door. Brent smiled as he relieved Terry of the Petite Syrah. Terry shook the other man s proffered hand. If Brent had been a girl he d have felt it natural to greet him with an embrace and a kiss in light of what they d done the previous day but here he didn t know what the rules were. Thanks for the wine. You want to drink it with dinner?



Sure. We can do that.



Brent put the bottle of wine on the dining table and the two men stood there looking at each other for what seemed to Terry like forever. Brent stepped up close to him. Terry Terry he said It s me remember? The one you were doing soixante-neuf with yesterday afternoon? I won t bite… He waggled his eyebrows like Groucho Marx. …unless I am carried away by passion—or you want me to.



Once again they were in a full-press embrace kissing voraciously. Terry grabbed Brent s ass and pulled him close. Their cocks sawed and rubbed against each other through their clothes. Terry s had hardened immediately and he was so aroused it hurt.



Do we have to bother with dinner?



Brent disengaged himself. We sure as hell do young un. You think I bought these shrimp to burn? I need my strength even if you don t. He turned away and stepped back to the stove where he had been sautГ©ing the shrimp in some butter and garlic. He had just put them in the pan when Terry arrived.



Terry laughed and came up behind Brent as he stood in front of the stove. As if given the go-ahead by the kiss he started doing his best to distract him nuzzling the back of his neck pulling at the neck of his shirt so he could nip and suck on the skin over his beautiful hard deltoid muscles bringing his hands around to flick Brent s nipples into little hard points through the cloth then down to caress the slight convexity of his belly rubbing the bulge in his pants against Brent s denim-covered ass.



Brent turned off the burner under the shrimp. When he bent to get a pot out of a lower cabinet Terry slid his fingers up the leg of his cutoffs and tickled everything he could find Brent was commando under them. For God s sake Terry stop a minute so I can fill this up Brent said laughing. He filled the pot up with water and put it on the stove to heat. What am I gon do with you anyway? I can see I won t get anything done with you acting like this… Using Terry s erection to steer him by he backed Terry a couple of steps to the dinette table. Lean on that he said and brought a chair around to sit on himself. He quickly undid Terry s belt and unzipped his trousers. Boxers and briefs? he queried raising an eyebrow. I didn t know you were that conservative.



The old Terry who had burned with embarrassment and nerves while the eyes of a Texas artist raked over all his particulars woke to life briefly. He felt a blush pass over his face like fire. You know I had to be at work he said. I couldn t stop thinking about…yesterday afternoon. When Mom was there it didn t…it wasn t a problem but when she wasn t…I couldn t go to the bathroom to jack off but sometimes I had to come out from behind the counter!



Mon pauvre p tit Brent murmured. Let me fix that for you. Up— He hauled down Terry s trousers and underwear and Terry s cock sprang up hard its head shining with precum. Terry closed his eyes and gripped the edges of the table as he felt Brent s mouth cover him. When he opened his eyes Brent grinning was holding his cock and flicking his tongue around its head. He closed his mouth firmly around it and stroked down—once twice a half dozen times and then Terry lost it. He heard his breath rasping in and out of his lungs with each spasm that sent his seed boiling and spurting out of him.



Sweet. That was a fine protein snack Brent said swallowing and licking his lips. I could go on the Atkins diet. As he stood up Terry noticed that the end of his stiff cock extended below his cutoffs secreting a short dribble of precum but he seemed unself-conscious about it. I ll bet you re feeling a lot better now. Why don t you help me get dinner set up so we can eat and have fun afterward? Or you can go look at the radio and pick us out some music.



Half the wall on one side of Brent s open-plan house was taken up with an Г©tagГЁre containing an entertainment system that looked as if it cost as much as the house. Terry tucking himself back into his pants and zipping them up wandered over to it. Once he had switched on the power button he began twirling the dial without bothering to listen to what was initially coming out of the radio. None of that Top 40 crap Brent added. Terry found a station that played the kind of classic rock that he and Sidonie had sometimes listened to in the warehouse and Brent seemed happy with it. At least he said nothing about it. He appeared to be preparing salads. Terry drifted around the room. On a low square table next to the futon was a photograph of a child: a girl with curly dark hair and green eyes. She did not appear to be old enough to be in kindergarten but she already projected an air of catlike potentially fatal loveliness.



Who s the kid?



My daughter Brent answered from the kitchen area.



You ve got a daughter? Get out! I didn t know you had any kids!



How would you know when you ve been away for so long? Yeah I have a daughter. Her mama lives in town and if you stay around for long enough you re bound to meet her sometime.



Terry didn t doubt that. Nobody didn t buy hardware. He wandered around the front part of the house somehow shy about looking into the bedroom although he fully anticipated being there later and had to pass through it to get to the bathroom. A couple of built-in bookcases flanked the windows. The books were a wild and uncommunicative mix Analog next to botany and practical horticulture texts from college next to Jorge Luis Borges next to Flesh and the Word next to of all things Nora Roberts writing as J.D. Robb. He wondered if the child s mother came here.



Dinner is served Brent announced. Come and get it or I ll throw it to the gators.



At that point a gust of rain-smelling air rattled the window shades and a clap of thunder shook the house. Brent lit the two candles in the center of the table. I m not trying to be romantic and shit he explained but the power will probably crap out before the evening is over.



They sat down to the small table and ate the salad and shrimp fettuccine Brent had prepared and had a glass each of the wine. They talked about the sort of thing new friends talked about although Terry felt that he was telling Brent a lot more about his life than Brent was sharing about his. Terry supposed this was due to the difference in their ages. He felt excited and nervous looking across the table at Brent watching him eat. It began to storm. Brent got up and closed all the windows on the west side of the house to a crack and in the middle of dinner the electric went out just as he had predicted. They probably have a special folder for me at LP&L he said. I m all the time complaining about it. This never happens to me in town.



Terry couldn t stop looking at Brent thinking that he d never thought of a man as beautiful before thinking at the same time that most people looked good by candlelight and wondering if the other man saw him the same way. He watched the end of a piece of pasta flick between Brent s lips and disappear and wished he was sitting next to him so he could lean over and lick or bite them. The meal tasted as good as it had smelled in the preparation Terry found he was hungrier than he d thought he was. The single glass of wine was relaxing whatever residual inhibitions he might have had. He surreptitiously kicked off his shoes and socks and caressed Brent s feet and legs with his toes. As his toes were so long as to be almost prehensile this was something he considered himself to be good at. Brent looked at him in astonishment and began to laugh immoderately.



Jesus Brent are you that ticklish?



Almost Brent managed but that s not the only reason I m laughing. It reminds me of a story involving my cousin. I ll tell you about it one day.



Do you want me to quit?



No. Brent relaxed in his chair. However once Terry got past his knee he bumped his own knee smartly against the bottom of the table due to the length of his legs.



I knew there was some reason this wasn t going to work he said.



That s all right. C mon let s clear the table. They got up. They cleared the few dishes away and put them in the sink to soak.



Is there anything for dessert?



Brent picked the bottle and the two glasses up from the table. I think you know the answer to that cher he said.

The power was still out so they carried the lights from the table with them. Brent padded sure-footedly across his own living room carrying a candle in one hand and the bottle and glasses in the other and Terry followed hoping he would not bump into anything.



The bed was of the size misleadingly called a full bed a single man s bed if ever there was one Terry had one like it at home. No bigger bed would have fit in the small bedroom. It was flanked by a pair of distressed bedside cabinets. Each little table held a perilous-looking arrangement of candles and reading material. Brent lit all the candles and the room became filled with soft attractive light.



Terry began to laugh. What s so funny? Brent asked putting the wine and glasses down.



This setup Terry said as he plopped down on the bed. Wine. Candlelight. Rain. I don t think I had this much picture-book romance shit when I was with a girl. Where are the roses?



Damn! I knew I forgot something. And I can get them at wholesale too. He sat down beside Terry on the bed and wrapping an arm around his neck bore him back until they were both lying down still laughing. Brent rolled on top of him holding him down and kissing him. He tasted of wine. Terry gripped and kneaded the other man s back and tasted his lips and tongue as if they were life itself. They mashed until they were squirming and humping in danger of going off in their clothes. Brent rose off him to avoid this happening. You re wearing too much boo he commented. Terry still lying on his back pulled his shirt off and let it drop off the edge of the bed. Brent was straddling him close enough so Terry could reach up and undo his cutoffs without bothering to sit up. Then he rose up enough to winkle Brent s swollen cock out and wrap his mouth around the end of it. He felt it twitch and leap. Hold on a minute Brent said and hastily took off the rest of his clothes. You re still wearing too much he said and pulled Terry s trousers and underwear off licking his way down the sparse trail of hair that started just below Terry s navel as he did so. Terry shivered with delight at the hot tongue sliding on his skin.



Terry sat up. Did you mean what you said yesterday that you d like me to fuck you…?



What can I say? I do. I ve wanted that long dick of yours inside me ever since I first laid eyes on it…since I first laid my hand on it for that matter.



I haven t done this much before…the backdoor thing I mean.



Not even with a woman?



A few times but not many of them have wanted me to. Truth is I thought it was a lot of trouble to go to with a perfectly good opening right there.



It s not that much trouble. Look in that drawer there—I got some stuff we can use.



I brought some—



That s all right. Brent reached back into the bedside cabinet nearest him and brought out his lube. He handed it to Terry and lay back with one leg up so that he was accessible. It was too dark in the room to see his hole but Terry felt through the thick growth of hair in his crack until he found it. Terry lubed up his fingers and inserted one. Brent gripped it tightly. Oh. Oh God that feels…I like those nice long fingers too. Now gimme two. Oh. That s so good I can hardly stand it…no! Don t quit. Brent had his head pressed back into the pillow and he was clutching handfuls of the sheets. His cock was as big and hard as Terry had ever seen it jumping with every movement of Terry s fingers. Gimme three I think that s gonna do it…oh yeah stroke it that s…no don t touch that spot. Just stop for a minute and don t do anything. Terry stopped. Ok take em out. Terry did so glancing surreptitiously at his fingers. Brent saw this and grinned. Don t worry I cleaned house before you got here. He reached down and spread himself with his hands. C mon cher he said. Put it right there.



Terry leaned forward over Brent and aimed his cock at Brent s opening there in the semi-dark. Yeah I m really doing this he thought.



One inch. He felt the other man push to open for him. Two. Another thrust. Another.



He was in.



It was the tightest place he had ever been in and it felt so good it frightened him. Brent s strong legs wrapped around his body. He groped around in the bed with one hand.



What re you looking for? Terry asked.



The stuff.



Here it is Terry said handing it to him. Brent flicked up the cap and poured a large dollop of it into his hand which he wrapped around his cock. Terry backed out a few inches and thrust. Brent gasped and grimaced. Are you OK?



Never better Brent said. His other hand came up to grasp Terry s arm. Ok man. Do it. Show me what you ve got. Terry began to move within the hot tight ring of Brent s grip and they got into a nice rhythm. Brent s eyes dark in the soft minimal light of the candles now looked up into his and occasionally down at the action of his hand on his cock. Ah that s good. A little harder a little deeper… Terry felt him tense tighten his legs around his body heard the quickening of his breath. Oh man I m getting there I m getting there—oh oh— His teeth gleamed in the candlelight. Terry felt a strong constriction around his cock. Looking down he saw the first pearl-and-moonstone scatter of cum fanning out onto Brent s stomach and chest. That and the look on the other man s face and the rhythmic pressure from Brent s contracting ass ring sent him over the edge. He thrust down strongly letting the feeling take over following it following it in a frenzy of motion and then it exploded inside of him and he slammed into Brent with a shout. He sagged down onto Brent s body and they rolled to one side and came apart. He smelled candle wax fresh sweat and semen. Shadows and light wavered on the ceiling.



Brent lying beside him raised himself on one elbow and looked down at him. That was as good as I thought it would be he said lightly running a finger down the center of Terry s chest.



Thanks Terry said. They lay there for a few more minutes not saying anything. The rain was still falling fast and thick outside. Presently Terry got up went to the bathroom and washed his dick. The few girls he had back-doored had placed such emphasis on the importance of doing this it did not occur to him not to. He looked up to see Brent leaning in the doorway smiling at him.



I can see you ve been trained he said. Terry shrugged and moved to the john. After they d both used it they went back into Brent s room and lay down on the bed. C mere Brent said. I feel like cuddling. Terry lay down next to him with his head resting on Brent s solid muscular arm. It was cozy in the small room. Brent s body was warm against his right side. You doing OK boo?



Mm Terry murmured rubbing his nose against Brent s cheek. It was softly scratchy. The two of them talked desultorily. Brent was mildly curious about Houston having been in no big city other than New Orleans and Terry told him what he could. It came out that Brent s cousin Russ whose coming had led to the Primeaux family breaking apart lived in Galveston or Brent thought he did he knew better than to expect that Terry would ever have met up with him. Terry was curious about the events of that summer but wasn t going to ask if Brent didn t feel like bringing it up.

Presently Brent reached over to the table on his side of the bed where the wine was and managed to pour himself a little without seriously disturbing Terry who was still using his other arm for a headrest. He took a swallow then gave Terry a kiss. He took two or three more drinks of the wine leaving a little more of it in his mouth each time so that he was transferring it from his mouth to Terry s. It was a very agreeable way to drink wine. He sucked luxuriously on Brent s tongue. He could feel the alcohol warming his system through his mouth tissues.



You trying to get me drunk?



Brent put his glass back on the table. Maybe he said. I just want you to be relaxed that s all.



I am relaxed Terry said. He turned toward Brent and poked a stiff cock between his thighs. Well mostly relaxed.



The other man grinned. You know I m gonna have your ass cherry before the night s over. Terry went still. Doing and being done to were two different things. Terry don t worry about it. Brent s voice slid lower on the scale. We ve got the night ahead of us. He wet his thumb and circled it tightly on the aureole of Terry s left nipple. You re gon be asking me for it before we re done.



I will?



You will Brent said. Just lay back and let me do the work for now.



He kept Terry on tenterhooks for what seemed to be better than an hour touching all parts of him with hands and mouth always pulling back and stopping when he thought that Terry was too close to coming. Terry felt as if he were burning beneath his skin and as if he could scarcely draw a full breath into his lungs. At last looking at Brent who was down between his legs sliding a heavily lubed finger (but only one) into his ass he said Go ahead and do it. Please.



Tell me what you want. Brent lifted his mouth off Terry s cock and smiled teasingly. Go on. Say what you want me to do.



Fuck me.



Brent rose over him. Terry gripped his arms lifted his legs to wrap them around Brent s body. Tell me Brent repeated. How do you want me to fuck you?



Up the ass Terry half-whispered. His could feel his face flaming. Bust my ass cherry like you said. Do—do something you ve got me so goddam hard it hurts—



Good Brent said. He reinserted his finger in Terry adding another. He had done this before but now Terry knew he was being opened being prepared. Instinctively he clamped down. Relax Ter. Terry breathing hard tried to relax. Brent inserted a third finger and moved them around inside him. He felt as if the movement were gigantic and tried to move up in the bed to get away from it. He couldn t. But then Brent withdrew his fingers and pushed Terry s legs back



I feel fucking ridiculous like this he complained.



You look fucking hot Brent said hoarsely. You just don t know. I can t wait any longer. Terry felt Brent s cock warm and blunt against his newly opened and lubed hole. Open for me. I m coming in.



He d had Brent s cock in his hands and in his mouth and he thought he was familiar with its dimensions why did it feel as big as a flashlight—one of those big flashlights that security guards carried—now?



Hold up a minute he said I don t know if I can do this—



Too late for that boo. Brent thrust again.



I don t think I—oh man this hurts—



You re tightening up on me. Push down. It ll get easier.



I m—what if I—



Don t worry about it. Come on one more push I m almost—oh yeah. There. The other man s warm muscular body curved against him and the bristly ends of his trimmed body hair tickled his ass. Terry tried to concentrate on his breathing. He felt as if Brent s cock were halfway up the inside of his body. There I m in. Can t go any further. That isn t so bad is it?



N—no.



He rose over Terry and began to move slowly and gently at first. It did not hurt now in fact Terry could identify a streak of pleasure somewhere inside him which sharpened and deepened when Brent s cock rubbed against it. Brent smiled down at him. You like this?



Um yes—feels real good. But I don t know if I ll get there from that alone.



Brent shifted his position and wrapped a lubed hand around Terry s cock. He jacked it as he moved almost as well as Terry himself could have done it. The new angle was driving him wild. It was enough to offset the discomfort in his legs and the undignified position he found himself in. But after a few minutes Brent replaced his hand with Terry s own. Take over Ter. I ve gotta move. This feels too good… He settled over Terry and gave himself to his rhythm his pleasure his thrusts becoming sharp and concentrated his breathing heavy and shivering. Oh Terry you re so hot—I can t last much longer—



Don t leave me like this man—



I won t. Keep up with me cher work it babe—



He felt himself tautening with every stroke Brent made inside him and he felt it in his cock too as he gripped and pulled it. Suddenly everything came together the clenching around Brent and the wild eruption out of his cock the contractions almost hurtfully strong. Ahh—ahh—oh fuck I m—oh God– He heard himself shouting with every spasm that ripped through his body. He could feel dollops of semen hitting his belly and chest.



Brent managed a few more strokes and then he finished up in Terry close and hard holding him down his cries mingled with Terry s. He settled inertly on top of Terry for a few minutes warm and sweaty while they got their breath back. Then he withdrew. Terry felt as if he were still wide open. He was glad to be able to lower his legs and straighten out.



Brent smiled at him. I ll say this you don t leave me in any doubt. You really really liked that!



Terry could feel little aftershocks of the climax he d just had rolling through his body like the low rumbles that went through the air after the main force of a storm. Outside unnoticed by either of them the rain had dimmed to a low drizzle. Brent rose to open the window a little and let in some fresh air. It blew in damply making the candles flicker.



Man I can t believe how noisy I ve become. I couldn t help it. You think anyone heard us out there?



Probably not. It s been raining too hard. And it doesn t matter if they did. Nobody s gonna complain. I ll raise their rent if they do.



Shit you own all this property?



Yeah. I had a chance to get this land at a good price a few years back and then I threw up these buildings on it. As way the hell and gone as this town is there s always someone who wants to live further out…



Terry rubbed his face into the pillow he was lying on and looked up at Brent again. Holy fuck you re rich?



Brent sat up and laughed. Ha! That s a good one. Me? Rich? Not on your life mon jeune ami. All I ve got is this land and my business both of which require constant maintenance and some of which is a pain in the ass. Sometimes I feel that all my money what doesn t go back in the business goes to support my little girl and my tax accountant.



Terry who owned his car his computer and his stuff felt abashed. Hey it doesn t matter to me.



Presently they got up and cleaned up in the tiny bathroom. Shortly thereafter the power went back on. The sound of music and air conditioners kicking back on filled the house. Brent blew out the candles.



Man I hate it when the power goes out. All those clocks to reset.



I know. It s why I don t have any out here. You noticed I don t have a clock radio in the room didn t you?



You could have had a small nuclear device back here and I don t think I d have noticed.



Time means nothing when I m out here. If you didn t bring a watch with you you ll just have to tell time by the sun. The array of electronic equipment in the Г©tagГЁre included a VCR. Its digital chronometer flashed 12:00. Don t worry about resetting it Brent said. I never do. It s said that ever since the first time the power went out here. Like I said it s always doing it. He opened the freezer. Want some ice cream?



What kind is it?



Homemade vanilla.



Sure.



Brent filled two bowls and they carried them back out into the living room. Brent sat down on the futon and Terry lowered himself gingerly to the floor. His ass felt sore but not unpleasantly. He felt delicate about sitting naked on the furniture. Come over here Brent said patting the space next to him. Terry moved over so he was sitting next to Brent s left knee. Brent ruffled his hair then picked up the remote and flicked the television on. Terry had not noticed a dish attached to the house when he d driven up so he was not surprised to see that two of what they once had called the Big Three came in decently and two UHF stations came in with confetti. The static and imperfect reception collided with the music coming out of the radio. This is crappier than usual Brent said. Want to watch videos?



Whatcha got?



Oh old movies porn of various kinds.



Terry had read a few of those stories where two guys got into watching porn and then ended up doing each other. I thought we skipped past that part he said.



Brent laughed. So we did he said clicking off the television. Let s go back to bed and skip past it some more. They finished the ice cream and put the bowls in with the rest of the dishes. The switch to the overhead light was near the door of the bedroom so they did not have to feel their way across the living room.



Brent switched on the light in the bedroom. Other than the candles which they had put out and a small reading lamp that attached to the headboard of the bed there was only an overhead fixture. You don t mind if I keep this on for a while do you? I want to look at you…



I guess not Terry said. He lay down and Brent sat next to him. Looking down at Terry he ran a hand lightly down the front of Terry s body. His fingers flickered over Terry s nipples. Terry s cock twitched and began to harden. He could feel his nipples hardening too pointing up under Brent s hands sensation zipping from them down his body like electricity on fine gold wires. Brent grinned and bent down to flick his tongue over the tiny erectile points of flesh now one then the other. Terry ran his fingers through Brent s curly dark hair. He felt his cock leaping and thumping on his belly and heard an inarticulate sound coming out of his throat. His command of the English language was deserting him. He had no other language but the language of gesture. He pressed gently on the top of Brent s head urging him downward. Brent didn t need much urging or direction but he took his time licking his leisurely way down Terry s belly as he had done earlier. Terry had no thought of interrupting him this time. Brent s mouth slightly cooler than usual from the ice cream enveloped his cock. The throat opening yielded and grasped his tongue flicked and twirled. Terry groaned with pleasure and his hips flexed upward involuntarily. Brent was kneeling over him facing away his body at an angle from his. Terry pulled at Brent s near leg to get him to lift it which he did and Terry wiggled over and slid under him looking up at Brent s lightly furred ass and hairy crack and balls. His hard cock slanted down and Terry reached up to take the end of it in his mouth. It swelled and twitched as he sucked the precum out of its sheath. As they had the previous day they completed a circuit of sensation. He felt Brent s mouth making wet and lavish love to him as he licked and pulled at Brent he imagined what the other man must be feeling…the hard stalk of flesh in his mouth swelled and above it the balls tensed in their sack. Brent released him suddenly and turned around so that he was facing him.



Aw man why d you quit? I was having fun.



I know. Don t worry you re going to have fun all right. But there s something else I want to do.



Yeah what?



Just lay back cher.



Brent straddled him. Terry s cock had snapped wetly back onto his belly as soon as Brent had released it. He took it in his hand and pointed it up. The other man positioned himself and softly gently settled down on it. Terry chewed on his lower lip as he felt Brent s tight ring and blood-hot depths engulf him. He thrust upward aware that Brent was heavier than he.



Just let me show you what I like Ter Brent said and he began to ride Terry s cock in long slow strokes. He presented a piquant sight to the man underneath him with his well-toned body tanned but for sun shorts muscular legs spread wide vulnerable but shameless. His rigid cock lay back on his belly obscuring part of the trail of fur that had first entranced Terry the previous day. Below his scrotum Terry could see the other man s anus stretched and gripping his dick. Brent occasionally grimaced and emitted quick little gasps of pleasure. Jack me he ordered.



Terry fished around for the lube and found it. He anointed his hand and wrapped it around Brent s cock enjoying the way it pistoned up and down in his fist. He handled it as he would have his own but his own was buried in Brent s tight hold. It didn t matter it felt good.



Let me he grunted. He meant: let me move let me thrust let me speed up.



A little bit longer— The other man s breaths became heavier deepening into vocalizations. So good this feels so good—oh now—



Terry dug his heels into the mattress and started thrusting upward joyously oblivious to everything except the pleasure he was getting from the primal movements he was making and the tight hot slide of Brent s asshole enveloping his cock. He could feel the climax approaching uncoiling in cock and balls and all the muscles he was using to form this perfect machine of sexual energy. Now now Ter I m— His grip on Terry s cock became fantastically tight. Little spurts of warm liquid came streaming down over Terry s fist and then Terry s Unhhhh and Oh! and Ahhhh and oh fuck! rose up to the ceiling tangled with Brent s long shuddering cry of ecstasy.



The machine had shaken itself to pieces. They stayed in that position a few seconds longer feeling the aftershocks running through their bodies letting their breathing get back to normal.



You re heavy Terry said.



I m dead is what I am Brent said raising himself off Terry s lap. The air seemed cold where he had been. You know they call this le petit mort don t you?



Yeah. I can believe it. He felt too heavy to move.



Brent bent down over him and kissed his forehead before flopping down next to him. And you say you re new at this he murmured. Well you re a natural. He turned and snuggled close to Terry.



Who s gonna get the light?



You are Brent said. I m dead remember?



Terry rose up and snapped off the light. In the small room the switch wasn t too hard to reach. He dropped back down into the bed with Brent and was as out as the light in minutes.

Terry was an early riser by inclination and habit. He woke up in the grayish light of predawn not knowing where he was. This happened to him every time he moved and every time he spent the night with someone. With someone… There wasn t much room for him in the bed. Any less and he would have been wedged into the crack between bed and wall. He opened his eyes. Brent was lying on his side smack in the middle of the bed and Terry could not see much over the landscaper s tanned and well-muscled back. Now he knew. His face warmed (what he wondered did he have left to blush over?) as he remembered the way he had bucked and hollered beneath the older man s weight. His dick was starting to remember too which was unfortunate because he needed to pee.



He eased himself out of the bed without waking up his host and went into the bathroom. He felt sour-mouthed and fuzzy-toothed from the mild wine hangover and not having brushed his teeth the previous night. After he managed to piss he brushed his teeth and stepped into the small shower turning the water to as hot as he could stand. He stood under the stream and let the water pound the top of his head opening his mouth and drinking it as well. He smelled sweat and leftover sex as the water woke it up and then it was gone. He had just lathered himself up with the soap (the water was soft in this region) when the water became suddenly hotter. He was not surprised to hear the toilet flush. He had not even heard Brent come in. The other man stepped into the shower with him.



Sorry about that he said indicating the toilet.



That s OK.



Brent stood under the shower and got wet the smell of his natural body scent and last night s sex coming alive and sluicing off in the flow of water. His body brushed against Terry s. When he felt Terry s fattening cock graze his belly he smiled.



You done with the soap?



Yeah. Instead of handing the soap to Brent he took the bar and started lathering him up. When he had thoroughly soaped up the front of Brent s body Brent turned around and he began attending to the back. He reached around Brent and caressed his nipples and cock. Both were hard beneath his hands. He rubbed his cock into Brent s crack but when he bent a little and probed around with the tip to enter him his friend moved away and turned around.



If you don t mind I d like some time to recuperate before we do that again he said. Last night about blew me apart and right now I feel that way. He pressed his slippery body against Terry s. Even though he was somewhat shorter they could still rub their cocks together. Terry bundled them in one soapy hand and began to slide it back and forth. Good idea murmured Brent. I love me a man with big hands… He placed his own over Terry s. Terry maneuvered the two of them out of the direct fire of the shower and grabbed the back of Brent s head with his other hand. They kissed. He felt a flush beginning over his whole body even as he became conscious that the hot water running next to them was beginning to wane he felt Brent s breathing quicken. He pressed the other man s mouth further open tightened his grip on the two cocks in his hand and pushed urgently. The two men moved together their tongues twined and danced. Nnnh Brent said and they grunted their pleasure into each other s mouths. The distinctive smell of cum rose filled the shower stall and slipped away down the drain.



They rinsed and dried themselves off and stepped into a bedroom that was now filled with sunlight. As Terry crawled over the bed to fish his shirt from where he had dropped it last night he noticed a few spots and streaks of blood on the sheets. Yikes he said. Who made who bleed? His anus tightened reflexively. He felt all right.



Probably you Brent said. Don t worry. It happens. Comes with the territory. It s not like you cracked my maidenhead. (But you did crack mine Terry thought.) I ll mend. And then… he leered at Terry I ll want you to do it again.



Terry started to put his clothes on noting the small crusts of yesterday s precum on the front of his jockeys and wondering why he hadn t brought a spare pair. But he figured that if he didn t get a handle on his thoughts there would probably be more where those came from. Brent had dressed and was now out in the kitchen making short work of last night s dishes Terry could hear them clinking and clashing in the sink. When he had trimmed his beard and came out into the living room Brent was frying bacon. The smell of bacon competed with that of fresh coffee. When the bacon was done Brent laid it all on a plate with a paper towel to absorb the excess grease. Then he opened the fridge and took something out.

Here catch! he said. Terry caught it. It was a small can of pineapple juice.



I see you ve figured out my secret he said smiling as he pulled the tab. He had been drinking pineapple juice for breakfast for years. He d heard about how it was supposed to make one s spunk taste better which was why he had started with it but over the years he had grown to like it for its own sake and he went to a good bit of trouble to obtain it even requesting it in diners and hotels when he didn t see it on the menu or the buffet. Since he was still feeling a little dehydrated and pH-unbalanced from the wine last night it tasted especially good. Brent smiled back at him and started frying eggs in the grease in the pan.



What re you gon do today? he asked as they ate breakfast.



I told Mom I d go to the rehab place and visit Dad Terry said. And then back to work. Mom opens the store up at noon.



How s he doing?



It s hard to tell. Some days he does better some days worse. He s fighting this thing as hard as he can. It s frustrating for him.



I hope to…I hope he gets better. He s always been good to me. He didn t deserve this.



Who does?



Brent got up and cleared the table. Terry started to help him. Don t worry—I ll get these. I wish you could stick around a while longer but you ve got work and so do I. I ve got a couple of Sunday gigs in the next town. Terry got his kit and Brent walked with him to the door. Last night was fun boo. We need to do it again. He lifted his head and kissed Terry. His mouth was warm and tasted of coffee. Terry s lips parted he couldn t help it. Brent s tongue brushed against his. Don t tempt me he said. Next week. OK?



Ok Terry said. He opened the door of the house and descended into the humid sunlight. He got in his car and backed it onto the road scanning the radio for something to listen to. He settled on a blues station and not feeling the least bit blue headed northward towards town.